A trollish poem, "Me Likes To Club!"

Club club club,
Grab some grub!
When hunger hits,
Me likes to club!

Little halfling,
Furry feet,
Smash his brains,
Tasty meat!

Skinny elf,
Eyes so blue,
Crush his bones,
Make elf stew!

Song of the Sands

I have stared in the mouths of crimson wyrms
And felt the claws of drakes so sleek
But through deserts dry and sandy storms
There is something else I seek

In the trail of giant worms I walk
Through tunnels of sand below
Of arcane tools let there be no talk
It's on the wyrmic path I go!

The dragon's breath corrodes my eyes
It tears flesh from my skin
But onward I search to see what lies
Amidst the sandy depths within

Arcane Pride

In Age of Allure rose an archmage high
With power beyond compare
And the people poor would not come nigh
His dark and terrible lair

Whilst crops fell dead in drought and blight
And children grew diseased
The wizard dread stole in the night
To pillage what he pleased

But a hero came with shining sword
And a will of solid steel
Not seeking fame or high reward
He followed but his zeal